This story follows immediately on from Part 1, commencing the morning after that nights' events.
Valerie sat in the dining hall with her friends Laura and Susan, and it was obvious that something was amiss right from the start. Instead of her usual, and almost invariably poisonous, comments about their fellow diners, Valerie sat in silence grinding her teeth. It was a bad habit from childhood that she had never shed, even her usually perfect and pristine hair was, by her high standards, a mess.
"What's got into her" Laura teased.
Susan adding "Into her is probably right".
Valerie responded by glaring in a fashion that froze them to the spot, their heads went down and breakfast was completed in nun like silence.
If Valerie was horrified by the events of the night before it was as nothing to Brendan's reaction, "What on earth had happened" he thought to himself, "What had he become", "Where had that come from". He tried to tell himself it was all her fault, she had started it and led him on, but feared that the police would be visiting his room at any moment to cart him off to prison, what would they do to him there he feared and wondered.
He must forget all about her he decided, life lay in his studies, it was where he drew his inspiration and lifeblood and it was to that he must return. He would avoid Val at all costs, she was what his mother had warned him about - the sort of no good hussy who went chasing after smart young gentleman like him, a bad girl, a bad influence. Still, though he couldn't help remembering back to her screaming as he had ploughed into her soft, wet .. stop it, stop it, that sort of thing led to no good.
As classes restarted Brendan was his usual timely self, though this time it was hiding in the cubicles in the gents until the lecture had started, dashing in, face to the floor, grabbing a seat on the front bench, and high tailing it as soon as the lecture was over, straight back to the gents. He would wait until a full hour had passed in the evening before leaving the halls, being locked in on more than one occasion, and when he did make it out he would study in his room in total blackness. There was a certain purity to this he thought and began to imagine himself as a cross between a samurai and early Christian martyr monk, St Augustine meets Bruce Lee if you would, it was a highly appealing notion.
Hated it though she had, Valerie began to realise that time was running against her, their first major essay was due in in four weeks time, she knew she had to score very, very highly in these to give herself a shot at the job. Baughton, Masters and Schofield and the first step on the ladder to true power awaited and this bunch of tin pot academics would not stand in her path, there was no choice she would have to seduce "Bren" again and this time do it properly.
In the meanwhile she comforted herself by getting appalling drunk and writing an anonymous note to the local newspaper accusing Professor Griffin - the department specialist in Statistical Maths for Economics - of improperly approaching female students. It was enough to get him suspended for two weeks, but no more.
But Valerie had other problems, where the hell was "Bren" going, last in and first out of every lecture and disappearing like the Scarlet Pimpernel's inbred, geek cousin, not answering her knocks to his door at night, bloody hell she wasn't wearing underwear like that for warmth or comfort. It was time to find out, midway through a lecture she left early and waited by the main hall door to see him do his disappearing act, so that's where he went, and that's how she would catch him.
The following day she waited until the lecture started, like a spider waiting in its web, hiding to just one side of the door, and as he dash for it, out she stepped. He was so focused on his own shoe laces that he barely saw her until it was too late, and then it was too late.
"Hi Bren" she piped up, "Where have you been", not giving him the chance to answer, or even think, she continued "I loved our time together, you remember. No man has ever been able to handle me like that before, you were so ... dominant".
She fluttered he eyelids before adding "I had no idea I was so submissive before you manhandled me, I'm begging to be your bitch again, pleeeease".
Brendan couldn't answer, in his body, brain and groin were going head to head in a civil war for his body and soul.
Valerie fanned the flames "I want you, I need you soo badly", " I want you to fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me scream, this time get that dick of yours inside me and make me beg for it again".
